User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries Reboot/@comment-3135907-20160425054212/@comment-3135907-20161126005221

The great woodland began to grow increasingly familiar to Vil's narrowed, discriminatory eyes as the seven crossed a short open expanse and further landmarks became apparent; yes, there were the split hornbeam, the old abandoned wagon all grown up with the famed moss of the area, and at last, the forest opened again and the lazy road, that old paradox of dust and rock, always going somewhere and yet at the same time entirely inert to the naked eye of beast or bird.

And there, to the north, where the path meandered on past shaded oak and birch, the single alarm tower of Summering township broke the evening sunset sky like a perfect square of russet paint on a canvas spread of Autumn hues, gold and auburn magnificence both simple and deeply complex in nature.

Vil frowned. Hopefully that subliminal glimpse was the only Summering this merry company would be seeing until the close of next Spring. He had hoped to skip the road entirely, but this would do. With a careful wave of his paw, the fox slipped up, out, and across the road, then eastward and downward on the other side.

Once across, he leaned against an elm and announced in low tones, "We'll follow the river East an hour or two and we should reach Flennt's compound, if the old devil is still kicking. If you see anybeast wearin' anything yellow, best kill 'em. Better to have palms wetted with innocent blood and a guilty conscience,  for those of Yeh who still have one, than have a Summering pair of eyes taking knowledge of us back to that hellish coven."